If his aim was to convey his relentless neurosis, he certainly succeeded.
Like a weaver or jazz musician, Bernhard repeats the essence of his message in many ways, giving the reader a marvelous opportunity to see into the protagonist's mind.
While the subject matter is autobiographical Bernhard's writing style and play with form lend the presentation a searching and dream-like solipsism.
Upon doing some background research on William Gaddis, while reading his Recognitions, I came across a number of sources describing Willy's appreciation for the work of Thomas... Read morePublished 3 months ago by Quinton Fox
A longue monologue by Bernhard himself about his former best friend Paul Wittgenstein, passed away a few years earlier, and cousin of the famous philosopher Ludwig. Read morePublished 3 months ago by Marc L
How do you rate a book that you find just as irritating and annoying as you do riveting and fascinating? I gave it 5 stars because I think this book needs to be read. Read morePublished 4 months ago by Mario Igrec
This is a book about the isolation of the rational mind. Isolation clings to the central characters, who are both marginalized after their own fashion. Read morePublished 18 months ago by Freelancer Frank
Bernhard does a good job of showing how his friend's and his own physical/psychological illnesses and their disgust with Austria in general resonate and reflect off of each other. Read morePublished on February 16, 2012 by jafrank
I seem to be running against the current here; in part I think there are cultural factors at work.
I decided to read Bernhard because of his mention at several points in... Read more
An entertaining, albeit thin and superficial novella by Thomas Bernhard about an unlikely friendship between two sick patients in Vienna. Read morePublished on October 28, 2010 by Steiner
Really the finest book Bernhard has written, in my view, and the one that continues to haunt me decades after I first read it. Well worth the short time it takes to consume it.Published on October 7, 2008 by Inger Forland
I'd heard about Thomas Bernhard's 'rant like novels' for years, but had dosed myself with so much literary pessimism that I needed a break. Read morePublished on June 21, 2004 by J from NY